A taste of sugar,
colors that spin,
a radiating, palpable energy-
Let the fun begin.
A blur of lights
contrast with the black night sky,
filled with screams of pleasure-
This night, no opportunity will pass by.
Then there's only darkness.
The power has been cut,
the screams change to pain,
a radiating, palpable fear-
It's not by free will they remain.
The fun's been replaced with blood,
but still the Ferris wheel will spin,
a never-ending cycle on repeat-
The eternal despair must begin.
I've been thinking about words too much lately, which engendered this poem- because 'carn' can be bloody, like 'carnivore', but then pretty, like 'carnation'. Carnations would be hard to corrupt in a poem though, so I went with carnivals. Hope you enjoyed!